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Naked (WRATHION X ANDUIN WRYNN)	By : flagfish Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"If you think I'm sharing a bed with you, you've got another thing coming."
Anduin stood at the opposite side of his and Wrathion's mutual living quarters, blankets in one hand, holy scripture in the other; after Wrathion had stupidly informed the clergy that Anduin was his lover, naturally they'd been given a room with only one bed.
Inside him his pulse raced uncomfortably fast, he'd never shared a bed with anyone before.
Anyone but Wrathion, that was— back at the Tavern in the Mists when he'd been a little whelp and had curled to sleep at the foot of his mattress.
Now Wrathion walked through the room with an air of casual elegance and proceeded nonchalantly to lay out his blazer on a large, cushioned chair; "Can't say I blame you," he said. Without his discretion Anduin found his gaze lingered on the slender outline of his back, which was just subtly visible beneath his undershirt.
When suddenly Wrathion turned to face him he went hot all over and rapidly looked away; was he about to disrobe again like he had before, completely without preamble? Because if he was, then Anduin wasn't about to stick around for it, he would give him a little lecture on what mortals considered to be basic decency.
Certainly he wasn't thinking back to how he'd looked earlier that day, when he'd seen him fully nude.
He was roused from his thoughts when Wrathion's voice came again; "After all," he said, "you can't possibly trust me after— you know— after everything— isn't that right?"
He waved one hand around as to indicate everything; at that, Anduin sputtered, "How dare you—"
There were in him speeches he'd constructed carefully over years, which without his awareness he'd rehearsed time and again to a nonexistent audience in his mind— about everything he'd say to Wrathion if ever he got the chance.
And yet, now that at last the chance arrived to tell him in earnest, somehow the words never came.
You betrayed me, he thought, the phrase was practically tangible at the back of his throat; countless lives were lost in the battle against the Iron Horde—
There was so much in him that he couldn't decide where to start, he now relished in the hunger to finally tell him all the things that simmered inside him for years, and holy fire overtook him like a force of righteous retribution; funny how his heart hammered unnervingly, he could feel the maddening rush of his pulse and the primal thrum of adrenaline, overwhelming in its effect. It made him brittle where he didn't want to be, and he struggled for control despite it; Light almighty, he thought, why am I this worked up...?
"You—" he said, he walked toward Wrathion with his best approximation of determined purpose, but his voice betrayed him, the adrenaline had him tremble all over— irritating thing, really, very annoying; why his body had decided to completely freak out was beyond him.
"You have no idea of the sort of mess you left behind," he said; "You're an enemy of the Alliance— no, an enemy of mortals as a whole—"
He now spoke in moodily whispering tones, his heart pounded with the nerve he had to say these things directly, and he wished for the hundredth time that he would just bloody calm down; why in the hell was he so nervous...?
Anduin had seldom gotten this angry; on his journey to adulthood he'd come to exemplify profoundly the transcendent virtue of the Light, and spoke ever with the eternal voice of divine clemency. Whence this storm of wrath had come that overtook him now, he didn't know, but it swept him through like a fire and became impossible to resist.
Worse still, Wrathion appeared entirely unaffected; he wasn't fazed by his accusations and merely regarded him with a very annoying smile— he was smiling...! Somewhere beneath his rage Anduin felt a creeping sense of embarrassment at having become so livid, even though Wrathion absolutely had it coming.
"Are you listening?" he huffed, he was aware of how gracelessly upset he'd become, how completely unlike a proper high priest; he was now actually poking at Wrathion with his holy scripture.
But this was a matter beyond his mere judgment as a the voice of the Light; it was something deep and personal, old scars that bled achingly to this day, and thus his personal temper was warranted.
Wrathion appeared so infuriatingly pleased.
"You heartless—" Anduin seethed; "you cruel, conniving— I was your friend...!"
He smacked one hand to his own chest as to emphasize the term, and felt himself hot with the translucent flow of holy power.
"Far more than a friend," Wrathion helpfully corrected; he spoke like the matter between them was plain, almost like he knew something Anduin didn't.
Somewhere inside him Anduin was aware he ought to compose himself, that certainly Wrathion must be feeding directly off his rage, and that this without doubt must be why he appeared so supremely content; but he didn't fancy putting on airs that he wasn't upset, or to play subversive games as though the betrayal hadn't hurt him.
"Is this some dragon thing I just don't understand?" he asked, the words issued forth before he'd thought them through completely; "Is something like friendship meaningless to you because you'll outlive me, so it's inconsequential—"
"Ah," Wrathion said, "Outlive you— no, but you'll see soon enough—"
"What are you on about? What are you plotting...?"
He'd not noticed Wrathion's hand till it came to rest on his shoulder, where he prompted him gently to turn to the looking glass; in the mirror Anduin caught sight of his reflection, where his very being flowed through and through with seraphic righteous energy. It was a little embarrassing, in a moment of boyish humility he quietly folded his shimmering wings.
Despite everything, despite how badly Wrathion deserved his anger, he felt a creeping sorrow at the foreboding words that Wrathion won't outlive him; and he'd said it with such serene indifference, too.
No, he thought, don't listen to a word he says— he's already proven himself to be a proper snake, this must be another one of his schemes.
He watched silently while Wrathion made his way to the bed; "And also," Anduin murmured in a low, affronted tone, "That's a terrible lie you've told the clergy. We're not lovers."
Some distance away where he pulled the covers back, Wrathion briefly looked up; "Oh," he said in that same irritating, nonchalant tone. "But we are."
(On to Chapter 2)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying Warcraft lore, especially Wrathion/Anduin, Varian/Arthas, or Illidan/Kael'thas (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha! Regardless of the date on the fic ^^) I've had a very difficult time finding anyone interested in this, as WoW fangirls usually like RPing their OCs (which I'm not interested in doing). I don't mind at all if you don't know much lore; if English isn't your first language; if you're a little shy; if you're new to Warcraft or to RPing; or if you've not RPd canon characters before. I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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